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MADNESS
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METHOD
D/ithout warning， in the middle of my thirties， I had a breakdown of nerve.
It never occurred to me that while winging along in ms，， happiest and most
productive stage， all ot a sudden simply staying afloat would require a
massive exertion of will. Or of some power grealer than will.
I was talking to a young boy in Northenl Ireland where I was on
assignment tot a magazine when a bullet blew his face off. That was how
fast it all changed. \"~Te were standing side by side in the sun， relaxed and
triumphant after a civil rights march b / the Catholics of Derr} . We had
been met by soldiers at the barricade; we had vomited tear gas and dragged
those dented by rubl)er bullets back to safety. Now we were surveying the
crowd from a balcony.
\"flow do the paratroopers fire those gas canisters so far?\" 1 asked.
\"See them jammin their rifle butts against the ground?\" the boy was
saying when the steel slug toie into his mouth and ripped up the bridge
of his nose and left of his face nothing but ground bone meal.
\"My God，\" 1 said dmnhly， \"they re real bullets.\" I tried Io think how
to trot his face back together again. Up to that moment in my life 1 thought
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